"Look here, Aunt Laura, I'm not a fool, and it seems almost uncanny, don't you know?"
"Your being in such luck?"
"A girl like that! If she were ugly and poor——"
"There's no accounting for tastes," quoth Lady Butts, gaily. "Mr. Stubbs—Leonore's first husband—was nothing in particular."
"So you think she might take a 'nothing in particular' for her second? But remember she's in a different position now. She has only to lift up her little finger——"
"Apparently she has lifted it," Lady Butts laughed and patted his arm. "Do try and infuse some spirit into your faint heart, George. You have had the most wonderful encouragement——"
"It's just that which frightens me. I—I don't like the look of it. When a prospectus looks too rosy, we shy at it at Koellners. There's a screw loose somewhere."
"But just now you were all up in the air about Leonore?"
He was silent.
"Could she have done more than she did, George?"